Anthony paced the dimly lit living room, his jaw clenched as he checked his phone for the hundredth time.
Anthony paced the dimly lit living room, his jaw clenched as he checked his phone for the hundredth time. No calls. No texts. No sign of Shayla.
She was gone.
Vanished without a trace.
And the worst part?
It was his fault.
Shayla had come to him afraid—terrified of something she couldn’t explain. She told him she felt like she was being watched, that someone was after her.
"Anthony, you have to believe me!" she had pleaded, her voice trembling.
But what had he done?
He brushed it off. Told her she was overthinking. That she was safe as long as she was with him.
But now?
Now she was missing.
And Anthony was left with only one question.
Who took her?
The Last Time He Saw Her
Anthony replayed their last conversation in his mind.
She had been panicked, pacing his apartment, her hands shaking as she spoke.
"I think someone’s following me, Ant."
"Shayla, come on. No one’s following you. You’re just stressed."
"No, you don’t understand! I keep seeing the same black SUV parked near my job, near my apartment… and last night, my door was unlocked when I got home."
"Maybe you forgot to lock it."
"No, Anthony! Someone was in my house!"
Her words had sent a chill through him, but he still hadn’t taken her seriously.
"If you’re scared, just stay with me tonight."
She had agreed.
She had fallen asleep in his bed, curled up next to him.
And when he woke up?
She was gone.
The front door was wide open.
Her purse? Still on the couch.
Her phone? Left behind.
Anthony had checked the security cameras, but the footage was wiped.
It was like she had disappeared into thin air.
The Dangerous Clue
Just when Anthony thought he had nothing to go on, he found it.
A small crumpled note tucked under the couch.
A single sentence written in Shayla’s handwriting:
“If anything happens to me… it was Wayne.”
Anthony’s breath caught in his throat.
Wayne?
There was no way.
Wayne had been his boy for years. His brother.
But deep down, Anthony knew the truth.
Wayne had secrets.
And now?
Shayla was gone.
And Wayne might be the only one who knew where she was.
The Confrontation
Anthony didn’t hesitate.
He stormed into Wayne’s place, his hands balled into fists.
Wayne was sitting on the couch, cool as ever, sipping from a glass.
"Damn, Ant. What’s got you all worked up?"
Anthony threw the note on the table.
"Shayla’s missing." His voice was dangerously low. "And she left this before she disappeared."
Wayne picked up the paper, his expression unreadable.
Then—he laughed.
"Man, you think I had something to do with that? That girl was always paranoid."
Anthony grabbed him by the collar, slamming him against the wall.
"Tell me where she is!"
Wayne smirked.
"You sure you wanna know the truth, Ant?"
Anthony’s blood ran cold.
Because the way Wayne said it?
He knew something.
Something Anthony wasn’t ready to hear.
Something that could change everything.
To Be Continued…?
What does Wayne know? Is Shayla still alive? And why was she so afraid before she vanished?
Let me know if you want the next part! 🔥👀
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